love the style of this and all the different stuff going on great progression too

This is great, such a feel good track, I love your songs.  They're all pretty darn awesome and fun!

Reminds me of the dead crossed with pink floyd. Love your music keep it up

Its sooo dope ehat a classic vibe amazing

Nice vintage moods on this track! Nice low vocal sound! Mixing is balanced and nice to listen, nice moods on part C, next time put grazy guitar solo there also! Kepp on Rocking dude!

One more song I lie from you guys, you are good!!

I listen to this and get the urge to smoke pot and drive around in a VW bus, in no particular order.

Another good piece. Really funny to listen to; it have the 60's inside,the 70's and 90's too. Really funny,GOOD 👌👍

Hurdy Gurdy Men sampler

Buy it on BandCamp https://hurdygurdymen.bandcamp.com/track/ruby-monday-good-enough

Ruby Monday (Good Enough)

She was never good enough, for all the roles they handed out in life
She waited oh so patiently, for someone who could finally see her pain

But the author never showed up in her land, at least in no way she could understand
understand for her life

She stood upon her pedestal, eating more though feeling full inside
Confusion is the final state, for all the love we confiscate with lies

And she could never ever turn the page, from years of mother’s sycophantic rage
all the rage she held inside

And the tranquilizers never did the trick, they always left her feeling somewhat sick,
sickened and alone


Friends would call with their advice, of what to do to make things right and new
But they hadn’t lived through what they spoke, their words were simply borrowed quotes and views

And their answers could never quite withstand, all the questions which a heart demands,
 a heart demands to know

Take a stroll along the shore of stillborn lives and metaphors unseen
There you’ll find a horror show of drowning souls that couldn’t let go and be

And they never ever tire of their hands, of building pretty castles in the sand,
for eternity

photo by Sydney Sims

Ruby Monday (Good Enough)

Met Her On Arrival

And then you met her on arrival, she stole your heart like a new religion
Devil's child wore her smile, on and on her kisses carried you

Cold riches, you cannot find peace of mind in your securities
Cold riches, you're bound to see what you'll be for opportunity

And then you opted for denial, a buried head with blurry vision
Pure sarcasm mixed with guile, the doctor called, the symptoms must be true

-----

And then you had a premonition, a thousand things you might be missing
Deja Vu and indecision, it's crazy how they're both inside of you

Cold riches, you cannot find peace of mind in your securities
Cold riches, you're bound to see what you'll be for opportunity

Settle down, little mama, settle down to find your way
Settle down, little lady, settle down to keep your self

photo by Mikkel Frimer-Rasmussen

Met Her On Arrival

Karma

If I Die Young is the second single of 2023 for the DBB.

The Danny Byrne Band is bringing their modern folk dance genre to venues all over.

Follow our socials:
Facebook/Insta @dannybyrneband
TikTok @dannybyrneband /@dbbandofficial 
YouTube @dannybyrneband

If I Die Young - Danny Byrne Band

Coming soon! We pretend to be fine.
There's a fire in the wastelands. What's mine?
Waste of time.
There's a fire.
We Survive.

There's a crack in the side of the farm.
You would think they'd run but they stay.
Waste the light.
Avoid the night.
Stay alive. 

There's a river that's flowing with gold.
That you get, when you're good, if you're old.
Waste of life.
Taste the Night.
Stoke the fire.

All of her maybes, mistaken for definitelys.
All you can do is move on.
All of your sure things, replaced now with possiblys.
You've got no crutch to lean on.

All of his don't knows, revealed to be so lows 
That you didn't see where they came from.
All of the can does, are hollow lists of to does.
Interstellar. Toodle-oo. Now I'm gone.

There's a message we sent to the sky.
Imagine that wont be getting too far.
Trip the wire.
To the stars.
To the stars.

There's a man on the moon, and he's heating a Spoon.
As he looks sadly down on the earth.
There's a cow.
What's that now?
Holy cow.

Wee Willie runs through the town.
Crying loud as he seeks them all out.
Get to bed.
In your head.
Go to bed.

All you've got left are some rust, cans of peaches.
A pile of old vizzes and porn.
A fray bentos pie and your rosy complexion.
There's no one left you rely on. 

A bust of Beethoven, a packet of suet.
A commemorative plate, a Princess Di coin.
An overfilled ashtray, a battered red jumper.
Interstellar. Toodle-oo. Now I'm gone.

All of her maybes, mistaken for definitelys.
All you can do is move on.
All of your sure things, replaced now with possiblys.
You've got no crutch to lean on.

All of his don't knows, revealed to be so lows 
That you didn't see where they came from.
All of the can does, are hollow lists of to does.
Interstellar. Toodle-oo. Now I'm gone.

Interstellar... Toodle-oo

SALVATION

ghost of you is what remains of a toxic relationship - traces of them are everywhere, in everything you do and seeded in who you become. CatBox delivers intense emotion in the soaring vocals while the percussion movement leaves you swaying and intent on the fuzz guitar tones.

ghost of you

instant alt-rock classic with grungy guitars,  soaring ethereal female vocals and driving shuffle groove.
 ----
Met Her On Arrival

And then you met her on arrival, she stole your heart like a new religion
Devil's child wore her smile, on and on her kisses carried you

Cold riches, you cannot find peace of mind in your securities
Cold riches, you're bound to see what you'll be for opportunity

And then you opted for denial, a buried head with blurry vision
Pure sarcasm mixed with guile, the doctor called, the symptoms must be true

-----

And then you had a premonition, a thousand things you might be missing
Deja Vu and indecision, it's crazy how they're both inside of you

Cold riches, you cannot find peace of mind in your securities
Cold riches, you're bound to see what you'll be for opportunity

Settle down, little mama, settle down to find your way
Settle down, little lady, settle down to keep your self

Met Her On Arrival Redux

FIRSTHO
mix : moi
prod : prod. xana 
lyrics : 
wesh wesh
j’mendors sur le mic 
j’en ai marre de te voir 
que des rêves brisés 
j’en ai marre de pas t’avoir 
j’ai la voix cassée 
j’ai peur de plus te voir 
j’évolue plus j’suis Gardevoir 
j’ai qu’une envie c’est juste te voir 
je ferme les yeux je vois tout nwar 
mes ensembles sont tout nwar 
je ne veux pas te décevoir 
je veux juste t’apercevoir 

aller viens stp aller viens 
t’es trop long 
la vengeance c’est du lait 
fuck la victoire 
j’veux juste te revoir 
x2

JUSTE TE REVOIR

TORRENTS D'AMOUR ET DE GRÂCE

Have You Ever Seen The Rain Remix - 360p

The Nashville troubadour takes listeners on a journey to the heart of American music.

Mark Henes has spent years performing around Nashville’s music scene, cultivating a loyal following with his genre hopping, Americana influenced sound.  Now he is finally ready to formally introduce himself to the world with the release of his debut album “Crystallized Reflections,” which features thirteen stellar tracks that touch on everything from country and soul to punk.  

Lead single “Ghost Train” kicks things off.  A haunted ode to lost love, the song takes its influence from the outlaw country of the seventies, with a hard edged sound held together by Henes’ booming baritone.  Mark immediately starts to show his versatility as he switches gears on album highlight “I Pray, I Pray,” in which he is backed by a soulful horn section.  The acoustic guitar driven “The Underground” channels Johnny Cash.  “I am traveling to the north country,” he sings mournfully, as a string section sets the mood behind him.

There are many artists out there who can play multiple genres, but very few who can do it as convincingly as Henes.  This is best exemplified by “Strip Me Down,” in which the young songwriter shows off a completely different side of his artistry.  An energetic pop punk song that would sound right at home on the Warped Tour, it shows Mark at his most confrontational, with a hook that gets stuck in your head right away and stays there for weeks.

Across thirteen songs, Mark rarely repeats himself stylistically, but the entire album is held together by his commanding voice and thematic consistency.  On “Arm Full Of Roses,” he slows things down again, with a comforting ballad that might have sounded at home on vintage FM radio in the sixties.  The reverb heavy guitars and doo wop harmonies enhance the retro magic of the production, before giving way to chugging blues rock of “Death Was The Penalty,” in which Mark plays the role of convicted criminal as a wall of guitars provides the soundtrack for his getaway.

By the time Henes gets to album closer “Tennessee Hills,” with its old time fiddles and banjos, the listener gets the sense they’ve spent the past hour or so driving slowly across the middle of the country, exchanging stories and songs with a childhood friend.  “Crystallized Reflections” is a truly one of a kind album from an artist who is just getting started on his musical journey.  

“Crystallized Reflections” is available everywhere Oct 30, 2020

Crystallized Reflections

At The Bottom Of The Ocean

animated lyric video for Angeline: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ogu4TxSkZZM

cover artwork by Daniel P.

Angeline

Your love has gone down to wander away, in the back of the bar room you begged her to stay, like a fallen Madonna on October’s day,  pure love is gone and you cry

Angeline

She’s half intuition and half primal scream, A Salvador Dali in Lucky Brand jeans, your love is gone and you cry

If there was something you’d do or could say, that would get her to change her impetuous ways, you would march with the Buddha and laugh with the Saints, pure love is gone and you cry

Angeline

A stolen da Vinci in sandals and jeans, a ransomware lover, a femme-fatal-meme, your love is gone and you cry

- BRIDGE -

Disaster prone diamonds destroy you but last, like a roomful of strangers who love you too fast, like the verse in the Bible you never quite grasp, your love is gone and you cry

Angeline

A Venus de Milo in Ben Sherman tees, a midnight-bohemian-acid-laced-dream,
pure love is gone and you cry

Angeline

Shakespeare's lost sonnet you constantly sing, incurable fondness for life on your knees, pure love is gone and you cry

Angeline

Come Back Virginia

Come back Virginia, the moment has come, from the top of the mountains to the tip of the sun, you were right to deny me, but I question your run, come back Virginia, your nails are a memory now

Come back Virginia, your father has fled, down to the river and the banks in his head, to a pile of money he is joyfully wed, come back Virginia, there's no one to badger you now

Come back Virginia, the revolution is done, the protest is over, the demonstration's been won, all the heats gone to nowhere, was the friction that fun? come back Virginia, it's fashion and then thrown away

- B R I D G E -

Come back Virginia, what more could I say? to try and convince you that something has changed? that sometimes a drunkard gets a glimpse of his state, come back Virginia there's no one that can't be redeemed

Come back Virginia, there's no one that can't be redeemed...

Come Back Virginia

Blueberry Girl

Round and around she will spin you around, she’ll lift you straight up and then set you back down
All of your lies and her daffodil curls, you’ve arrived  just in time for the Blueberry Girl

Offer your heart to the Blueberry Girl, her words they might sting you, her love never will
She’ll cradle your sorrows, like they were the world,
And then you discover, she resembles a lover, who took everything you had hidden away from your mother and father’s designs

Round and around she’ll set you back down, put your feet on this earth where your life spins around
Will you rely on the past to arrange all the love that she brings that’s so new and so strange?

Offer your heart to the Blueberry Girl, her words they might sting you, her love never will
She’ll cradle your sorrows, like they were the world,
And then you recover from the October druthers, 
Watch all your judgements go scurry away when the truth of the moment is spied

Offer your heart to the Blueberry Girl, her words they might sting you, her love never will
She’ll cradle your sorrows, like they were the world,
And then you recover from the impotent lovers
Watch all of the children get carried away, when their mothers and fathers collide

Blueberry GIrl

Please listen/follow on Spotify too: https://open.spotify.com/track/3v5oZJDULt3Aos5I1Eva6V

Lollipops and Lullabies

Your missing penance for the seventh time and it's bound to rain
your heart is aching for the seventh time as you watch it break

Your hand is reaching for the nearest door as you watch it shake
your mind is searching for the freest thought that it just can't make

If I could find a way, to break through all the chains about you now
It's just so hard to breath, where others simply refuse to see her now

You once were promised such a great reward, and you just can't wait
and all those things you held so dearly close, now you simply hate

Two steps you say goodbye, to lollipops and lullabies for now
and there was no one there, to idolize or compare to now

Your missing penance for the seventh time and it's bound to rain
your heart is aching for the seventh time as you watch it break

Lollipops and Lullabies

Introducing "Hurdy Gurdy Men" - a dynamic and eclectic indie San Francisco band that blends alternative rock, folk, bluesy funk, americana, ska, and more into a captivating and unique sound. With both male and female members, this diverse group brings a refreshing and inclusive energy to their performances. 
Formed in the vibrant music scene of San Francisco, HGM boasts a lineup of talented musicians, each with their own distinctive style and passion for creating music. Together, they create a tight and pulsating foundation that drives the band's music forward.
With a rich blend of influences ranging from Lumineers and Arctic Monkeys to Pink Floyd, Elliot Smith, and Gillian Welch, HGM effortlessly navigates between genres, infusing their music with unmistakable hooks and creativity.

Angeline

Hurdy Gurdy Men

Recent comments

John

Eddie Sharp

MxrtvlKxmbvt

L A V E R T I D A

Related tracks